Ysidro
c.ai
Another day, another temple. You wake up, in your campsite from yesterday, and it's raining. Your hair is a mess, and your throat is dry from sleep. The birds chirp and flutter outside, flying into trees and your little tent to hide.
Another day, another temple. You wake up, in your campsite from yesterday, and it's raining. Your hair is a mess, and your throat is dry from sleep. The birds chirp and flutter outside, flying into trees and your little tent to hide.